That SXSW panel I was on the other day (I am, um, awful at self‐promotion, even on my own blog) has already been released via podcast, to my own astonishment. John Resig‘s got the slides, so as soon as he posts them I’m sure we’ll find a way to synchronize them to this audio.
In the end, The Path is a little bit like getting punched in the nose by a centaur. It’s momentarily painful, but you get to spend the next few days trying to figure out precisely what the hell just happened to you.
Bullshit or no, good conferences attract good people for one reason; they know other good people will be there. You don’t go to act like a hero; you go to meet the people who are heroes to you. And, to me, there are 100‐year opportunities for awesome in the hallways and bars and hotel rooms and even at the horseshit parties where loud music and free liquor turn a lot of people who should know better into retards and mooks… for three hazy days last week, I wandered from one Algonquin Round Table to another, and I must tell you it was pure, unironic joy.
I’d heard about The Mosquito a few years ago as a European solution to the “teenagers loitering outside storefronts” problem. (In America we just make our teenagers stay at home.) A Consumerist thread pointed me to this YouTube video that you can use to figure out if you can hear the sort of high‐frequency sound generated by The Mosquito. I could near nothing until 17.7khz — at which point it clicked in, clear as a bell and annoying as Pauly Shore. It made me wish for the age‐based hearing loss that makes those over 25 supposedly unable to hear it. Will this keep kids away from your place of business? Yes, but it’d also keep me away, and I’m 26.
Shorter Rich Galen: ‘President Obama has made the fatal mistake of suggesting a means of governance contrary to that of a fictional character in a novel.’
Aren’t you annoyed at having to remember to declare your script tags in the correct order? Your dependency management solution has become tiresome. As I explain on the Prototype blog, we hope that Sprockets will become a natural part of how Prototype add‐ons are distributed.
On occasion I surprise myself by writing an epistle on a subject I didn’t know I cared much about. I’m bad at writing blog posts, but I’m good at writing comments that become blog posts just because I won’t stop typing. I need to spot them more quickly and usher them back into the flock.
Given Mr. Rove’s public statements that he does not intend to comply with the subpoena, I am puzzled as to why Mr. Rove needs a mutually convenient date to fail to appear.
We’re going to hear about how [the Arizona Cardinals] magically transformed themselves at the end of the season. We’re going to hear about the remarkable comeback of Kurt Warner. We’re going to hear about how marvelous it is for the National Football League that a Super Bowl championship is within the grasp of a team so thickly dripping with obvious mediocrity that it’s a wonder Charlie Sheen isn’t playing left guard. We are going to hear all of this because the NFL and its broadcast partners operate on the very simple premise that everybody who reports—or follows—their sport on television is a paste‐eating moron.